I was afraid, in the back of my head as to not seem a pessimist/jinx the affair, that it would rain today and I don’t have any significant pretty cover to go over my planned outfit for the wedding. It’s going to be sunny and hot instead, which makes sense, and I will wear a hat to prevent sunstroke.

Things around me:
“Where is she now? Where she is now”
A slim piece of paper with the lyrics to “The Perfect Drug” computer-printed on it in various shades of red. Out of the first stanza the words are highlighted out such: “I got my head unravelling control.” Puts me in mind of dada poetry which I am still Yet To Try.